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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.