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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.