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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
cv313,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.