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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Television,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.