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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.