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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Franke to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.