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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.