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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.