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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.