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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s 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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.