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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.