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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.