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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.