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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.