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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.