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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.