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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.