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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.