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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.