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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.