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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.