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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Niagra,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.