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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.