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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.