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 Canada and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.