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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Index,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.