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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.