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 Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.