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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.