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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.