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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.