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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.