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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.