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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
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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.