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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.