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 India and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.