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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.