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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Echospace,
ABC,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.