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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Slave,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.