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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.