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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.