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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
MDC,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.