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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.