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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.