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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.