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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.