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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.