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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.