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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.