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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.