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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.