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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.