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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.