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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minor Threat 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.