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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.