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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.