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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
the Association,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.