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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.