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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.