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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.