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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Moebius,
PIL,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.