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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.