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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.