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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.