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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Motions,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.