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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
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.