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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.