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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.