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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Swans,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.