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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.