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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.