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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.