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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.