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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
a-ha,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.