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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.