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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.