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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.