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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal 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.