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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.