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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.