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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.