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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.