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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.