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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.