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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Visage,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.