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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.