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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
June Days,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.