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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.