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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.