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 Haiti and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.