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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.