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 Canada and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.