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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Aswad to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.