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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.