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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.