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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.