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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.