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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Index,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.