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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Index,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.