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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.