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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.