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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
UT,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.