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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Crime,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.