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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Franke,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.