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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.