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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.