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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Index,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.