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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
the Association,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.