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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.