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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.