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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.