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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.