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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.