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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.