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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.