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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.