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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.