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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.