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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Visage,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.