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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.