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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Index,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.