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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.