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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.