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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.