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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.