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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.