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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.