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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.