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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
UT,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
AZ,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.