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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.