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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.