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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
JFA,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.