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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.