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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.