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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.