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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Franke,
Skarface,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.