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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.