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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.