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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.