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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.