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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.