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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.