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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.