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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.