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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Leaves 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.