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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.