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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.