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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.