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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.