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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.