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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.