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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.