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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
T. Rex,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.