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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Oneida,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.