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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.