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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.