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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.