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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.