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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.