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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.