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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Index,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.