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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
10cc,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.