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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.