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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.