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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.