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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.