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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.