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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.