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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.