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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.