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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.