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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.