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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.