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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Television,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.