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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.