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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.