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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.