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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.