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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.