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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.