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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.