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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Ten City,
Faust,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.