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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.