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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.