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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Index,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
New Order,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.