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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Gong,
Crime,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.