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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.