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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Move,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.