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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.