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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.