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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.