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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Names,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.