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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.