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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.