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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
DNA,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.