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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.