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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.