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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.