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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.