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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.