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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.