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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.