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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
10cc,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.