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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.