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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.