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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.