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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.