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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.