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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.