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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.