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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.