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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Japan,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.