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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.