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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.