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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.