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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.