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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
UT,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.