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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.