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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.