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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.