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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.