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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.