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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.