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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.