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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.