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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.