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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.