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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.