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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.