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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.