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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
June Days,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.