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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.