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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Names,
Flipper,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.