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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.