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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.