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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.