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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Happenings 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.