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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.