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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.