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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.