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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.