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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.