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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.