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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.