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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.