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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.