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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.