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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.