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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.