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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.