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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.