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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.