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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.