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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Can,
Index,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.