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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.