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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.