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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.