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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.