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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.