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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.