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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.