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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.