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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.