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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.