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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.