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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.