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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.