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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.