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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.