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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Can,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.