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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.