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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.