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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.