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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.