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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.