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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.