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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.