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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.