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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.