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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.