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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.