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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.