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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.