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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.