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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.