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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 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 Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.