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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.