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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.