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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.