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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.