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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.