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 Zimbabwe 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.