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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.