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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Smog,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.