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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.