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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.