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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Index,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.