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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.