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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.