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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.