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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Magma,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Index,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.