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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Visage,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.