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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.