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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.