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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.