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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.