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 Benin and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.