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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.