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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.