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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.