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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.