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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.