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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.