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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Slave,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.