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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.