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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Index,
Quantec,
Smog,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.