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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.