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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
June of 44,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.