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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.