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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.