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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.