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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.