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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.