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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.