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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.