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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.