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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.