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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.