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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.