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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.