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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.