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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.