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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.