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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.