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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.