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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.