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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.