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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.