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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.