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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.