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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
X-102,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.