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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.