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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.