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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.