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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Index,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.