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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Index,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.