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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.