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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.