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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.