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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.