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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.