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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Nas,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.