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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dead C,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.