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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.