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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.