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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.