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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.