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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Slave,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.