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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.