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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.