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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.