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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Cymande to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.