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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Victims to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.