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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.