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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.