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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.