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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.