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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
PIL,
ABC,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.