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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.