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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.