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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
UT,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.