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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.