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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.