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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.