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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.