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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.