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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.