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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.