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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.