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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.