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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.