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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Smog,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.