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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.