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 Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.