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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.