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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.