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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Symarip,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.