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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.