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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.