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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.