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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.