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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.