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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.