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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.