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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.