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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.