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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.