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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.