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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.