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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Can,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.