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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.