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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.