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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.