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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Offenders,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.