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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.