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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.