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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.