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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.