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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.