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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.