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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.