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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.