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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.