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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Organ,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.