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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.