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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.