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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.