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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.