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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.