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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.