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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.