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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.