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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.