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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.