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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.