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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.