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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.