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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.