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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.