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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Crime,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.