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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.