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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.