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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.