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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.