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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.