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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.