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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
New Order,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.