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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.