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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.