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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Index,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.