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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Faust,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.