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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.