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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
DNA,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.