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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Magma,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.