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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.