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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.