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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.