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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.