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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.