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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Can,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.