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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.