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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.