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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.