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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.