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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.