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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.