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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.