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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Japan to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.