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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.