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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.