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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.