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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.