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 Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Barracudas 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.