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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.