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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.