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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
ABBA,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.