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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.