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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.