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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.