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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.