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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lille and Accra.
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 808 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
JFA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.