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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.