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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.