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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.