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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.