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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
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.