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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.