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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.