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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.