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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Pole,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.