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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.