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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camouflage 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.