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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.