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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.