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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.