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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.