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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.