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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.