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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.