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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.