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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.