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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.