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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.