Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.