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 Norway and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.