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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.