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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.