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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.