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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.