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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.