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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.