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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.