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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.