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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.