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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.