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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.