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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.