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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.