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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.