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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.