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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.