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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.